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Jun 2012
I've got something and its mine.
You can never have it.
Don't be mad.
No. Get mad.
No one ever does.
I like it when you are mad.
It means you lost control.
It means I  haven't.
It means I'm stonger than you.
It means I have it.
And you don't.
That's all I ever wanted from you.
Now I've got it.
And you can never take it away.
Liz Anne
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